𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄,
a fresh cup of coffee resting in his hands.
The Weathervane was quiet, only two other
customers were in there, and the barista who
was a familiar face to him.
Tyler Galpin.
The boy who Siarl had been right about all
along.
The person who had been going out at night
and killing innocent people.
Amare wish he had listened to Siarl at first,
he wish he hadn't have told Siarl to stop
being so paranoid.
The one time he decided that it didn't
matter if he let his walls down slightly
and he was wrong.
Now he sat here in a coffee booth all
alone, without anyone and a plan.